Reconciliation

I thought I'd seen hell
 Thought I knew it all
 Now I know too well
 Hell is to wake up
 But it makes all the difference
 (Tasting the tears in my mouth) I'm sick of running away
 (Taking the weight on my shoulders) Along these bloody streets
 (The hours and days of your life) I'm sick of predators and prey
 (Don't necessarily make you older) Of being everybody's end
 I've washed my hands of your blood
 Thought it would leave me clean
 (But with) Time on my hands
 It turned to mud forming this crust of sin
 Now, to be truly free
 I'll let it come to me
 So, break me if you must
 When you break this crust
 Freedom is to see
 Hear this voice, see this man
 Standing before you I'm just a child
 Just a man learning to yield
 ♪
 I hate these hands soaked in blood
 I hate what these eyes have seen
 Up to my knees in filth and mud
 How it hurts to become clean
 I was always on my mind
 But never on my side
 Run, but if you run away
 You'll always have to hide
 So if you need to run
 Run for help